Chapter 1220: We Shouldn’t End Like This
She had given birth to a daughter.
Xuan Ying’s pupils contracted, he looked at Tang Mo’er in astonishment.
Tang Mo’er looked over at Feng Lingxue, who was now lying in bed. “Silver Mask King, you didn’t hear wrong. Sister Lingxue gave birth to a daughter, her name is Mu Mu.”
Tang Mo’er turned her head, looking at Xuan Ying. “Now you should understand how terribly Sister Lingxue felt towards you. She took everything as her own fault, no matter how you humiliated her, she was still understanding because she hated herself too. She hated how she was so broken, she saw herself as dirty and tainted.”
Xuan Ying clenched his fists tightly by his sides. He hadn’t known, he hadn’t known at all…
What exactly had happened on the day of the coming of age ceremony three years ago? Where was he?
Xuan Ying tried to recall it but his head hurt.
Hiss.
His head really hurt.
Pressing onto his head, why couldn’t he recall a thing? He had no memories of that day at all.
“Where… is that child?” he asked.
“Mu Mu is already dead.”
What?
Xuan Ying felt a twinge in his chest, why did his heart feel so pain for a child that he didn’t even know?
“After Mu Mu’s death, Sister Lingxue went crazy for six months. She had been locked in a dark house by the North Duke. Then one day, Sister Lingxue recovered miraculously after North Duke told her that her Brother Ying was in the Capital and she could go and look for him.
“I’m thinking,” Tang Mo’er felt a little cold, she hugged herself while continuing to say, “You’re the greatest regret in Sister Lingxue’s heart. She can never get over you, she pretended to have recovered and made up a fictitious world for herself. A world where Mu Mu and you were inside.”
Xuan Ying walked over, arriving beside the bed while he lowered his eyes to look at Feng Lingxue. She held that pillow in her arms, her hair tucked behind her ears and she patted the pillow gently. “Be good, Mu Mu. Mommy will sleep with you tonight…”
Xuan Ying lifted his hand, his fingers shaking. He wanted to caress her face, he wanted to caress her child. Then Feng Lingxue suddenly lifted her head, shooting a baleful glare at Xuan Ying. “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch Mu Mu!”
Xuan Ying’s heart ached hearing that, his hand suspended in mid-air as his Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice became gentle as he said, “Lingling, don’t be afraid… I won’t hurt you… I’ll protect you well…”
“Liar!” Feng Lingxue pushed him away forcefully. “You’re a liar, I’ll never believe you! You’re a demon, you’re a human-eating demon!”
Demon.
She called him a demon.
She had already turned out like that but she still remembered that he was a demon.
Xuan Ying shook his head in agony. “I’m not, Lingling, I’m really not…”
He held her shoulder, wanting to pull her into his arms.
“Get lost! Don’t touch me!” Feng Lingxue opened her mouth, biting his arm. She bit really forcefully, almost with the intention of biting off his flesh.
Blood seeped through his shirt.
It hurt so much, not because she bit him but it was his heart aching. Pulling her head onto his chest, he said, “Lingling, I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, I was wrong… You can hit me, scold me, just do anything but please don’t… push me away…”
He nuzzled his defined jaw against her silky hair, leaning forward to kiss her hair.
The more she resisted, the tighter he hugged.
He was about to lose her.
He was going to lose her.
Fear, terror, immense pain came crashing at him. He was just like a piece of wood that was about to drown, only when he hugged her tightly he could manage to breathe.
“Ah! Mu Mu! My Mu Mu!”
In the process, the pillow on top of the blankets was about to fall down and Feng Lingxue screamed.
“Silver Mask King, that’s enough. Stop agitating Sister Lingxue!” Tang Mo’er went forward, pulling Xuan Ying away.
Only then did Xuan Ying let go of his grip and Feng Lingxue quickly hugged the pillow tightly, hiding in a corner of the bed while shivering.
She glared at him with wariness.
Xuan Ying was left breathless, everything was a mess now. “Lingling, don’t be afraid, I’ll go out now!” He tried to pacify her before turning around to leave.
Outside the room, Xuan Ying leaned against the wall, consumed in his agony.
Click. The door opened and Sikong came out.
“How is she?” Xuan Ying asked.
Sikong lifted his eyes and answered, “The patient’s body will slowly recover over time but she’s being tortured by her inner demons.”
Long story short, Feng Lingxue had gone insane.
She had gone insane again.
Xuan Ying sent a forceful punch on the wall, his fist started bleeding and the blood streamed down the wall.
“I just tried to hypnotize the patient but unfortunately, the patient is filled with extreme wariness and she’s not willing to open up. I just can’t do anything for now.”
Xuan Ying lowered his head, not saying a word.
“Silver Mask King, what do you plan to do?” Tang Mo’er suddenly asked, “I noticed that Sister Lingxue really despises you now, so I’d like to take her to live with me…”
“There’s no need for you to do that,” Xuan Ying rejected her at once.
Tang Mo’er looked at him carefully.
Xuan Ying’s handsome face was pale and he said, “I’ll take good care of her. If she really loathes me, I can just get out of her sight. Also, I’ll make sure to investigate the truth behind the incident three years ago. I’ll find the man who ruined her, I’ll also investigate… about Mu Mu…”
“Silver Mask King…”
“Miss Tang.” Xuan Ying looked at Tang Mo’er, the corner of his lips raised into a wry smile. “I know… it’s impossible between us, but even if we’re going to end things, it shouldn’t end like this.”
Sikong and Tang Mo’er left the Snow Mountain Residence and Tang Mo’er looked at Sikong, asking, “Doctor Sikong, is it possible for you to treat the scars on Silver Mask King’s face?”
Sikong had one hand in his pocket, his eyes slightly crinkled behind those gold frame glasses. “If he doesn’t want to get them treated, why do we have to be anxious for him?”
Tang Mo’er froze.
“It’s easy to restore one’s physical health but not mental health. There’s not only one person sick in Snow Mountain Residence, there are two people who are sick.”
Tang Mo’er looked at Sikong, he had removed his white coat, holding his checkered blazer in his arms with his perfectly defined facial features, he really was an attractive man.
Beams of white light appeared and a limited edition Land Rover appeared.
“Miss Tang, my personal assistant is here. I’ll be in Country A for a medical conference and I’ll take my leave first. Call me if you need any help.”
“Alright, thanks for your help, Doctor Sikong.”
“You’re welcome. I have something to trouble Miss Tang with. If anyone from Mexico asks about me, please just tell them I’m still busy with the patient’s treatment.”